“Again it was the task of faithful Zyd,
Through far extending plain and forest wide,
To seek the man of woes, and tell
The fate of her, alas! he loved so well.
With bleeding heart he found his lone abode,
Watering with tears the path he rode.
And beating his sad breast, Majnūn perceived
His friend approach, and asked him why he grieved?
‘Alas!’ he cried, ‘the hail has crushed my bowers,
A sudden storm has blighted all my flowers;